It had been almost a week since I had that encounter with this mystery man and I couldn't get him off my mind. I made sure to be neat and cute everyday since I first laid eyes on him. Compared to the other stick figured female's that also worked with me I was more on the solid side. I stood 5"6, with thick thighs, sculpted breasts and a ass that was just enough to attract a stare, well so I thought. Everyone called me reds on the job because I was light skinned and I always wore my hair in long extensions, I loved my hair long. Morning after morning I took a little longer to fix my make up and curl my hair awaiting my next encounter with this mysterious chocolate dipped man. Each day that went by and I didn't see him I became frustrated. I couldn't explain it but it was something about the way he looked at me that just captivated my soul it sparked a vibe in me I couldn't understand.
It was now day six, yes I was counting, and I gave up hope in bumping into Mr. Coco again. Mr. Coco was the name I gave him because he had this smooth dark complexion that just complimented his strong features and set smile. It was almost closing time and disappointed and frustrated I began my nightly chores in preparation to lock up the gift store as the restaurant that was a part of it stayed open until the wee hours. As I polished the little figurines on the shelves I found myself looking around still hoping to get a glance of Mr.Coco but still no sight of him at all. Sigh, what was I doing obsessing over a man I didn't even know, shoots I never even got his name and here I was making something out of nothing. I swung around one more time to scope out the restaurant area through the glass windows that seperated both gift store from dining area, "Shit" I grumbled still no sign of him. Then I felt this tap on my shoulder and I swung back around and jumped back there he was right behind me with this casual smile on his face that showcased his beautiful deep dimples. "how did you get behind me" I shockingly managed to say as I tried to calm down my racing pulse. "I'm sorry if I startled you, the front door wasn't locked all that time I came in to make sure everything was OK, I saw you looking around were you looking for someone?!" he so happened to say all in one breath it seemed. " Ummmm no I was just watching the tourist dance" I lied horribly, the guilt was written on my face I could feel it I was indeed looking for someone, I was looking for him. "Oh OK cool, my name is Tyreek by the way i never got a chance to introduce myself, your new here right?!" he said. "yeah I'm Tiffany, I mumbled, as I became mesmerized by how attractive he really was. We continued talking for the remainder of my shift and I found out that he only worked here part time as a security on his days off from his next job, hence why i didn't see him in a while. He seemed very cool and sweet as the conversation between us just flowed and came natural. I kind of got the feeling that he might have been feeling me as much as I was starting to feel him. But how could I be sure?!! I became more curious about this chocolate man as we exchanged glances and made small talk. I already knew I wanted him so bad, but I just had to play my cards my right.
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Her Husband's Secret
Short StoryA short fictional story from the point of view of a young mistress and her older fling. It tells the story of how they met upward to their steamy love affair and how it all came to a screeching hault.